Me at the radiator,
trivial pursuit over
in your eyes a glint of festive lights
in your chest a power cut
I couldn't get anything right -
even the correct answers
cause you had us breaking up
baggage stored away for weeks .
You broke the news
bedside manner foolproof
and breathe _shoulders relieved
your tears for us already in the rubbish tip
mine ready for the pile.
Your front door window pane
no longer a force for young eyes
that don't want to part.
No longer visiting hours ...
Heavy that night
The daylight cowered like me
I crawled in to bed
Put on my favourite Television show
one I knew would be ruined for a very long time.
The worst fear - us as strangers -
what we have become
I realised that year after year
life is a series of goodbyes
and a reduction of fear
and in a year the worst fear
would be real. Us - strangers.
